To everyone that showed interest with the likes, comments, reblogs, and with helping me pick the prompts!
Hopefully next time I'll get the calendar out a tad sooner and see if there are any other ways I can promote this event a bit more so everyone who would want to participate actually can 😅
Summary: Vlad, unlike Danny, actually enjoys the winter holiday season.
You can read on AO3 or below the cut
Vlad had always enjoyed the holiday season.
The decorations, the general good cheer from everyone, the fun of holiday parties. The added bonus was how much more enjoyable the cool winter air was now that he had ghost powers.
Now that he was rich he could decorate his house to his heart's content.
His Packer’s collection looked so lovely with tinsel and ribbon weaved amongst it, he almost wanted to keep it all year round. He wouldn't of course, then it wouldn't feel as special.
He generally started decorating in late November, around Thanksgiving. Partly to distract himself from the fact that he had no one to have a family meal with, but, more importantly, he lived in a very large house and he liked to do all the decorating himself.
Sure, he could hire a team of professionals to do it, but where's the fun in that?
He also liked to change things up and have themes for his decorating. This year he decided on glitter and gold.
By the time he had decorated every part of the house, it was almost time for his annual Christmas party.
As much as he enjoyed the decor he had a feeling he may have gone a bit overboard this year.
At night, the way everything sparkled and shimmered was quite beautiful.
Daytime on the other hand…
To put it simply, he had taken to wearing sunglasses indoors.
Characters: Danny Fenton, Paulina Sanchez, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley
Word Count: 1194
Summary: There's an odd new trend at Casper High.
You can read on AO3 of below the cut
If Sam hadn't pointed it out, Danny might have been blissfully unaware all day.
Unfortunately now he was hyper-aware.
Apparently, the A-listers had decided today was a good idea to try a ridiculous new game or trend. He wasn’t actually sure what the reason was, just the result.
That being, ring a bell at every opportunity.
He would ask, but that would probably result in him being laughed at for not knowing something they all did. He really didn’t feel like making himself a laughingstock just before winter break.
By the time lunch rolled around a few people had been asked by the teachers to not ring any bells during class, but they didn't get taken away. Danny just rolled his eyes knowing that if he or his friends were in on this bell-ringing thing they would have lost their bells and gotten detention by now.
He was in line for lunch when a jingling sound approached him.
On instinct, he turned to see who it was and found it was Paulina. She made a jingling sound whenever she walked due to the clips in her hair today.
Despite hearing bells all day, her bells were nice. It was a sweet sound and wasn’t all that loud either.
"Hi Danny," she said with a wave.
Danny quickly looked around as if there might be some other Danny nearby that she would be talking to.
There wasn’t.
"Hey, Paulina, what's up?" He waved back, unable to hide his confusion as to why she was talking to him.
"Do you have a minute? I have a question for you, but I think it’d be better if we talked in private."
Danny looked back at the line and shrugged, it wouldn't be the first time he missed lunch. "Lead the way."
"Great! Follow me!" Paulina happily led the way out of the cafeteria and down the hall.
It didn't take long to reach their destination, but it certainly wasn’t where he was expecting to have a conversation.
"Uh, why are we going in here?"
"Why not?"
"Because it's the girl's restroom?"
"Oh please, we were literally talking in here last week."
Danny felt his cheeks get a little warm at the reminder. He had almost forgotten about that.
"Anyway, I just wanted to know if the bells were helping or not."
She didn't give him a chance to ask what that meant before she continued.
"Because I was trying to be nice, but then I got asked why I was wearing bells. I knew I couldn't tell them the real reason because I promised you I wouldn't. So I said it was a new trend. Of course, everyone jumped on board, but it's starting to feel like too much. Is it too much?"
Since Danny was beyond lost in the conversation, he decided to just go with it and hope it all worked out.
Surly that wouldn't backfire at all.
"I appreciate the gesture, but yeah, it's a bit overkill with everyone doing it pretty much constantly."
"Yeah, I was afraid of that. So did it work?"
Danny wasn’t sure what the correct answer was and ended up taking too long to answer.
"Oh darn, well I’ll let everyone know the trend is dead anyway. See you later!"
Then Danny was alone in the bathroom.
And somehow even more confused than when he entered.
He stood there for a minute trying to process what happened but then remembered he was missing lunch.
A quick speed-walk back to the cafeteria and he was able to get a plate thanks to a conveniently timed rumble from his stomach while the lunch lady was about to put everything away.
"Hey man, where have you been?" Tucker asked as Danny approached the table.
"Paulina needed to talk to me about," he hesitated as he say down, "something."
"Are you gonna tell us what it is?" Sam asked with a quirked brow.
"I would if I could, but I'm not entirely sure."
"You don’t know what you just had a conversation about?"
"Not really? Well, sort of." He took a bite of his lukewarm mashed potatoes before continuing, "it was about the bells. She said she's going to call that off now."
"Why is she telling you that?"
"Because it was for me? I guess?"
"The bells are for you?"
"Apparently?" Danny shrugged and then tried to eat a little faster because the period was already half over.
"I think you're going to have to tell us exactly what happened, Danny," Sam said as she finished her meal.
Danny gave them a quick recap of the conversation and how he assumed it had to do with her theory that he was an angel.
Sam seemed to be just as confused as he was, but Tucker’s snickering broke her out of her thoughts.
"Oh my god, I know what she was doing." He snickered a bit more and then added, "and you two would never figure it out."
"You mind sharing with the class?" Sam asked, no doubt annoyed that Tucker was able to figure something out before she did.
"I wonder if she knows it's from a movie?" Tucker pondered out loud making everything that much more confusing.
"What movie?" Danny asked. He was pretty sure he'd seen everything Tucker had, but he couldn’t think of anything that made sense.
"It’s a Christmas movie."
"Oh." Danny slumped in his seat and dropped his fork. He wasn’t really hungry anymore.
"Ah, well that still doesn't explain anything."
"Do I need to remind you that you’re Jewish and he hates Christmas?" Tucker asked, clearly missing the point.
"Bro, no. What's the movie say about angels and bells?"
"Oh, right. 'Every time a bell ring an angel gets its wings.'"
"You know, I think I've actually heard that before."
"Well, it is this super famous quote. Everybody knows the quote. Even if they haven't seen the movie," Tucker explained.
"I can't believe this was because of a stupid Christmas movie."
"I have a feeling she has no idea it's from a movie," Sam said.
"Yeah, she probably looked up angel lore on google and saw the quote."
"How old is the movie anyway?"
"I'm not sure exactly, but it's some old black-and-white movie. So probably the ‘80s."
"The ‘80s?" Sam asked incredulously. "When do you think color film was invented?"
"The ‘90s?"
"The ‘90s?!" Danny busted up laughing.
"What?"
"I know, for a fact, that you've watched movies from before the '90s that were in full color." Sam challenged.
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Back to the Future."
"Oh yeah, that’s super 80s," Tucker muttered to himself.
"So you wanna try and answer that color film question again?" Sam teased.
"Alright fine! It was like the '70s or whatever."
Danny did his best to contain himself because he had to add to this. It was way too funny to pass up. "Tuck, I'm going to have to revoke your nerd card."
"What? Why?"
"What show aired in 1966?"
"Star Trek." He answered automatically and then realized his mistake. "No! I'm a fool!"
Sam and Danny high-fived across the table as Tucker wallowed in despair beside them.
Warnings: fluff, affectionate acrobatics, my trademarked singular kiss.
Alexa Bliss loves Christmas. She loves the music, and the movies, and the food. She loves the snow, and the spirit, and the decorations, and that's why, as soon as the calendar rolls around to December first, Alexa's in her living room trimming her tree.
It's a traditional Fraser fir, about seven feet tall, with vivid green needles and a fresh pine scent that makes Alexa want to bury her face in its branches. The aroma fills the room, a homey warmth permeating her every breath, and she hums along mindlessly with Mariah on the radio. She wraps its emerald circumference in twinkling blue and pink lights, a glowing purple reflection bouncing off the silver tinsel while every nestled nook and cranny is filled with glittering ornaments. Some of them are from her childhood, some of them are from family and friends, but a great deal of them are courtesy of the Walt Disney Corporation, and Lilo soon joins Stitch on neighboring limbs.
When there's nothing left but empty boxes and all the candy canes have been hung, there's only one more thing that needs to be done.
The white five-pointed LED star in her hand needs to be placed on top of the tree.
Alexa eyes its peridot peak with scrunched brows, stretches and stretches until she's standing on just her toes, and still her goal remains slightly out of reach.
That's how Rhea finds her, focused and taut, poised between a second and third arabesque, and a devious plan springs to mind. She creeps closer, socked feet cushioned quiet by plush carpet, and she ducks down behind Alexa. She grabs her girlfriend by the thighs, carefully places her head between them, and Alexa's legs now dangle over her shoulders. She stands up quickly, a frightened little gasp of surprise escaping Alexa's lips, and she grips Rhea's hair for balance. "Rhea!"
"Don't worry, I've got you," Rhea assures her. "Put the star up."
With Rhea's height now added to her own, Alexa's in the perfect position to place the star on top of the tree. She's a little worried at first, but she knows Rhea's strong and steady, and her ring-rough hands keep an anchored hold on Alexa's slim thighs. She reaches out, connects the star to the already waiting cord, and she sets it delicately atop the tree's apex. The star's golden radiance gleams hazy like a halo, the malachite needles beneath it now shining like fiery topaz, and Alexa's fairy face is bathed in its gilt.
Rhea steps back so they can both more fully admire Alexa's handiwork and the tree is damn near postcard perfect. "She's magnificent," Alexa whispers, awe dripping from her every word. She runs her fingers through Rhea's hair, sleep messy strands like silk against her skin, and Alexa can feel Rhea shiver between her legs. "Thank you."
Rhea's hands shift from Alexa's thighs to her waist, and she pops Alexa up over her shoulders with ease once more. She gives Alexa a quick toss and twist like a figure skater's lift, and she catches Alexa again with just as much grace. Alexa's legs automatically lock around Rhea's torso, her arms twining around Rhea's neck, and a giddy giggle slips past her smiling lips.
Rhea leans in with a smile of her own to gently capture Alexa's mouth in a sweetly tender kiss. Alexa tastes of cinnamon hazelnut spice and childish Christmas wonder, and Rhea drinks it down like Santa's savored milk and cookies. "Anytime."
